Hellen I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much

Colibel Terrible acting, screenplay and direction.

SunnyHello Nice effects though.

Siflutter It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

Robert J. Maxwell Geordie grows up from a stunted weakling into a braw man with shoulders on him like an ox and a set of regional allegiances to match. He's no long Wee Geordie. He's Geordie who excels at the kind of Scottish sports that require great skill and delicacy, like throwing a hammer and tossing a telephone pole around.He's a quiet guy though, not a braggart or a competitor. He has a loving mother who urges him to stay strong by eating his oatmeal, er, porridge. He has a cute girl friend too, who inspires him to compete without ever really trying to. Alistair Sim in the Laird on whose land Geordie is the happy gamekeeper.A couple of English sports promoters or impresarios or whatever they're called learn of Geordie's skill at the hammer throw and the community swells with pride as the lad is whisked off to Australia to compete in the Olympics. As in "Chariots of Fire", there's a spot of trouble over a principle: Geordie's wearing his father's kilt during the event. There's also a brief misunderstanding concerning a blond female Danish shot putter who finds Geordie attractive and is not afraid of demonstrating her affection in public. All the troubles and contretemps are quickly taken care of.It's a charming story. The people of Geordie's lands are human and friendly in their reserved way, only I wish they hadn't made that crack about its being necessary for Geordie to win the prize back from those cops from Glasgow, that having been my Grand Dad's profession. The photography of the glens and lochs is sumptuous. A Kelpie could be hidden behind the ferns and gorse. Scotland has never looked quite so pretty. Geordie's family's humble stone cottage is painted a pleasing egg shell white. And the local folk in their multilayered tweeds look entirely comfortable in the clear and chilly wind.The film has its weak moments. The first half, with Geordie and his neighbors frolicking in the glens and on the bens is extremely engaging. The second half, dealing with the Olympics, rather drags. Geordie is losing at the hammer throw but at the last moment he has an epiphany. He imagines that he is not in Australia at all but back in the highlands and his girl is whistling encouragement to him from a nearby hill. POW -- the Olympic record is broken, and Rocky gets up from the canvas and floors his obnoxious opponent.But in the end, it's one of those movies that you watch in delight and, when it's over, wistfully wonder what it would be like to live in Geordie's world, unbothered by Twitters and Tweets.

LCShackley I'm a big fan of Gilliat/Launder movies, and also of Alastair Sim. I expected the usual quirky, sparkling Ealing comedy, but instead got a slow-moving, barely interesting story which seems like something written for a kiddies' magazine.In a way, it's sort of like CHARIOTS OF FIRE, but without the imagination, sharp script & interesting actors. A long-shot Scot gets his chance at the Olympics, but argues with the authorities about a matter of principle.Sim is wasted in a two-dimensional role, but even so, he stands out from the rest of the cast, which is strictly one-dimensional. The color photography is dull and lifeless, to match the script. The happy ending comes about an hour too late.

bob the moo Little Geordie is the smallest boy in the glen, barely able to reach the blackboard at school and as weak as watery broth with it. Fed up with the situation he begins a course of body building despite being just a bairn and continues it into his teens and adulthood. By the time he is 21 he has turned into a fine body of a man. It seems only natural that he will work with his father on the Laird's land and his life seems marked out before him. However should he be making more use of the wonderful physic that he has built?There was a time when Celtic flavour was all the rage – particularly around the time of The Quiet Man, Trouble in the Glen and many other films of the period that cashed in on it. With that in mind it may be that this film was put together faster than it should have been because, while enjoyable, it is not quite as good in depth as it should have been. The plot starts being about body building, then works around it for a while before taking the story to the Olympics; it is enough of a narrative flow to keep things moving but it wasn't the slight story that gave me pause. No, it was the fact that much of the film was close to a character piece on Geordie but yet the character wasn't there.He is a simple character and, although that may be the point, I still think that more could have been made of the person. As it was the film was amiable enough, amusing without ever being funny, engaging without ever being considered a great tale. The cast are not great but do the job reasonably well. Bill Travers has always been a strange leading man for my money and this is not one of his finer hours – he overdoes the simple Scottish cliché and forgets to give Geordie much of a personality. Sim is enjoyable enough but the film was there for the dominating and he didn't do it – although in fairness this may have been a deliberate decision. Gorsen is OK – a bonnie lass but no more although support is generally good.Overall this is an OK film but hardly anything beyond the Celtic flavour film that it is. The central character is not good enough to carry the whole film, a problem given that the plot actually relies on that heavily at times. It distracts and is pleasing enough but expect more than that at your peril.

milkduds This movie is truly a classic... It is a classic story of a small boy who is tired of being small and rather than having sand kicked in his face, sends off for a "HE-MAN" mail order course... He then trains and dedicates himself to strength training and eventually grows to become an Olympic champion in the Hammer Throw, one of the Olympic strong man events... This movie is great and reminds us of days when Olympic champions were built from desire and hard work rather than todays steroids and other controversial techniques... A must see...